Voracious 2 ep17 - Impress Me Ladies

Mother Rain keeps the girls under control. Her job means she spreads them wide, checks every slick hole, and makes certain nothing bad stays hidden. The padded room muffles every gasp. She lines Roxy Raye, Ashley Fires, Chastity Lynn, and Jessie Volt in a row, all of them wearing black habits, all of them trembling. They expect the heavy wooden paddle. They get the opposite. Rain shows them a dark, lacquered dildo curved like a devil’s horn. She tells them Satan loves deep shadows, so tonight she will drag him out of their asses herself. She starts with Ashley. One gloved finger warms sacred oil at the rim, then the head follows. Ashley’s star spreads slow, fought then conquered, until the silicone vanishes inside. Roxy watches and drips onto the mat. Rain does not rush. She works the toy in wider arcs, twisting until Ashley’s pink ring gives and flutters into an open circle two knuckles wide. The others stare at the tight wrinkles reshaping into a smooth, elastic circle. Rain repeats the lesson with every sister. When Roxy takes the same toy, her hole snaps open greedily, ridges blooming like a wet rose. Chastity and Jessie lean in to help: fingers tug fat cheeks, tongues steady the toy when it threatens to slip. The sound is obscene—wet suction, tiny pops of air, the shallow squeak of gloves coated in lube. Rain rotates the massive toy until the mouth of Roxy’s ass winks backward around every vein. Between each push, Rain forces the girls to mouth a smaller rod shaped like a cross. Saliva strings from their lower lips to the red lacquer. When their tongues tremble, she brings a wand between their legs. At the first contact, Roxy shouts and gapes again; another inch slides free with a vulgar rush. The slick ring flutters open, and the girls breathe in raw surprise. She shoves the Ass Devil home, deep. Metal weights inside shiver and rattle as the toy flexes inside slimy heat. Roxy’s ass hugs the contour. Ashley groans lower, hole slack now, unable to close. Rain backs it out and forward again, demonstrating that depth equals devotion. Jessie makes room with spread palms, eyes burning above her lowered veil. Chastity follows, stretches her sister wider so the devil toy hits bottom each time. Finally, Rain sets three polished rubbers upright in the center of the pad. Their broad bases fix them like obscene crosses. The women kneel. In ordered turns, they slide back, take inches, then give up ground as muscle surrenders again. Their rectums gape wide around the inserted shafts, ruined velvet shining, almost empty, almost nothing left to hide. Someone whispers, praying without words while Mother Rain watches, arms folded, satisfied that not a single devil survives when every sister’s ass is this open, this exposed, this obedient.